Don’t get in a fight with a refrigerator. It will win.
I’ve finally ventured into the world of designing. Today I tatted a Dalek (the Daleks are the Doctor’s arch nemeses). I know, this must seem small and insignificant to you, but this is my first ever tatting design, the first piece I’ve ever made without using a pattern at all. I’m so proud. I’m hoping to incorporate it into a larger piece, but I’m not going to tell you what yet. I’ll show you when I’ve got it all worked out. I’m so excited!!
I love to read. So today while at a consignment shop I took the opportunity to look through the books. Usually I don’t find much, although I always keep my eyes peeled for anything Tolkien wrote or any other classics that are just good to have and to have read. Today I found 6 books. I only got 4 of them because I decided that 2 of them weren’t worth my time. I got an Illustrated Sherlock Holmes (he was my favourite all growing up), A Poe Reader, and The Count of Monte Cristo. Score for me. Oh, and I found something funny:
Being a Christian and a Creationist, I found it humorizing that Darwin’s Origin of the Species was on the Fiction shelves. Just saying.
It’s been a couple of days, but I haven’t been slacking. Well, maybe a little. I was at my Grandma’s house these past 2 days and completely forgot most of my tatting supplies. I brought some wire with me, though. You know, the really flexible kind with plastic on it? It’s good for beaded jewelry and stuff. I thought it would be interesting to try tatting with it. I’ve seen some ideas for a tatted ring, but I think one made of yarn would annoy me because it would be floppy. But one made of wire? Now there’s a thought.
I had forgotten my tatting shuttle, so I had to finger tat. The wire bit into my left hand a bit, so I used a band-aid to prevent a blister. And another. And yet another. And my wrist has been hurting, so out came the wrist brace. I didn’t know tatting was such a dangerous activity!
Play on! Or so said Shakespeare.
You know, almost every musician who has ever lived has tried to write his own music. No matter how wonderful and glorious the works of his favourite composers, there is something – some music – inside him that just wants to get out. Now the music may not be very good, especially at first, but it is his. And that, to him, gives it great value.
Today I began the task of transcribing my ideas into Finale, a computer program specifically created for music notation. While the task can be boring and tedious it is also illuminating as I remember my creations of yesteryear. Most of them came to me in a flash and I scrambled for pencil, paper, anything to get them down before the muse left and I forgot. I had little time for rhythm and key. I told myself I would remember it. Maybe…
So wish me luck. I may uncover a jewel! Or at least be inspired to finish some of my projects.
Well, I promised a follow-up post about my baking endeavours. Happily, no one died
yet as a result of tasting my food, but time will, I suppose, tell. However, while it was not a failure, I won’t count it a success either. You see, the sourdough bread wasn’t very sour. More like a slightly-sour white bread that still tasted good. And the Red Velvet Cake was neither red nor very velvety. So I guess I’m going to go look for more recipes and hope to find the perfect one. I really don’t like the idea of half a bottle of food colouring though…any suggestions?